Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Yes, his goals are a bit lofty but they were attainable. Kamahl nodded and shook Max's hand....another person to know in NYC shouldn't be too bad. At least he wasn't a vampire or somebody that is trying to take his head.*

*He stood there for a moment processing what Max just said. Max had just gotten Kamahl a bit curious....what could he possibly want to do here in NYC? It is an interesting idea of what he could possibly want to do.*

This job you speak of, what does it involve? This proposition intrigues me.....in a way it is something that I've been looking for.

*He released his hand from Max's grip.*

*Kamahl simply looked at the black book Max possessed. It's purpose was unknown to him, it was just some book of specific importance to his new found acquaintance.*

Fist, claw, either one works...it all depends on the moon. She still holds sway over my transformations because I'm not an elder. It is not necessary for a demonstration even though this proposition interests me.

*He stands for a moment and strokes his chin while in thought.*

*He looks at the golden chain and cross dangling from Max's hand. Yes, he has seen jewelry like this in the windows of shops here and in other places. Kamahl figured that he should go along with this because it seemed worthwhile. Only thing was that Max is correct in the assumption that Kamahl is not a people person....especially during a full moon. He takes the enchanted piece of jewelry from Max and examines it. Kamahl puts it into his pocket.*

Well, I suppose this will be worthwhile....

*He laughs.*

I hope you like people in pieces because that is probably what will happen. As you can see, I'm not very sociable except when it comes to business like this.

*Kamahl nods in agreement and understands what Max has just said. With his exit, he was left in the sewers once more, in solitude and peace. He carefully picks up his duffel bag, finds a piece of metal nearby, and jabs it into the concrete wall of the sewer to mark this spot. In a slow, smooth gait, Kamahl walks into the darkness of the sewers ahead.*

*The sewers are not a pleasant place to be, for the most part. Sewers were never exactly ideal places to live, and neither is New York City in general. While all unpleasant, the scope of it is varied from one area to another. Some parts of it are not truly part of the sewer system but maintenance areas to the subways, and those places are much cleaner, comparitively. It is in a place like this that Maximillion makes his temporary home... or at least, his place of rest. The noise of it is at first deafening, with the sounds of the subway vibrating through the walls and floor, the clattering of tracks audible through the roof. It is difficult to sleep there, but that's quite alright- Maximillion doesn't sleep anymore. At least, not the way he did once. In some ways, he envies the lycans, because they get to spend at least the majority of each month feeling relatively human. He was still alive, though, so he was closer to being a demon than anything else in this place. Or perhaps he is closer to the mysterious superhuman creatures... At any rate, Maximillion was different, and he dealt with the noise without too much trouble.

Another plus of this place- the lycans did not usually roam this far from the usual pipe network of the sewers. The vampires ruled the subway, but while they lurked in the tunnels and stations, the maintenance hubs were generally left undisturbed. Generally. It was an estuary, in a sense, where the sewers met the subway, and no one laid claim to it. That was the way Max liked it. He was a social creature when necessary, but when he was not on business he liked his solitude. He sits now on the rough concrete floor, leaned against a metallic wall. His eyes are closed when he senses it: gold. His eyes open, and he looks curious, then pleased. Gold. His pen was returning to him- slowly, but surely. He waits, motionless, as hours pass, and he feels the gold flicker, and fall away. Rein had come, but left briefly. Reconsidering? He doubted it. More likely she had simply realized that she had to be somewhere else. She would be back. He closes his eyes again, and is motionless. His lips move soundlessly, subvocalizing words that no one in this world could hear. He finishes the prayer and at first there is only silence, a terrible silence. He fears, as he does every time, that there will be no answer. As it does every time, the answer comes in time. The voice of his god is both empowering and humbling. It speaks the words he has longed to hear; that he has done well, that he walks the True Path, that he is still in the favor. Then it tells him what is important: his new orders. Maximillion listens closely, raptly, his worship commanded.*

Yes, Master, *he dares to whisper, his voice muted by the awe and wonder of worship.* Thy will be done.

*When the voice finally finishes, Maximillion draws a cautious breath. His chest rises and falls. And he waits.*

...*Maximillion hears her. He raises his head and rises to his feet in one swift, smooth movement. He doesn't seem to even use his hands to do so, though he does it so suddenly that it is hard to notice. He snaps out his hand and there is a sharp 'fwip!' noise. A fine-toothed comb now lies in the palm of his hand, and he combs his hair with it and tucks it away in his pockets. Then he smiles wryly.*

You came. That is good. I thought you might.

*Maximillion nods.* Which shall I explain first... what I need, or what I offer? I assume you would like more details on each, as the situation thus far is... mysterious.